Thursday, March 26, 2015

Guest Author: Alexandra O'Hurley

Please welcome Alexandra to my blog today!



I’ll return for you. I vow it.

When Cami DuBois winds up on a Manassas battlefield, she stumbles across Confederate re-enactors too deep in character. One of the men looks at Cami and she feels an instant connection, a familiarity she can't ignore and a lust she doesn't want to. Until he vanishes before her.

Left in limbo, Christophe Sinclair is bound by his vow. Promising to return to his love after the end of the Civil War, he’s overjoyed to have his Camille back—and to truly have her in his arms again is his singular focus.

Christophe’s tie to Cami is strong, one that might defy the rules of space and time.

If the Voodoo Gods allow it.
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“Is it polite to point a weapon at a lady?” Jasmine smiled widely as she spoke.

Slightly lowering his weapon, the man eyed her closely. “What’re you doing out here? There are a few thousand men converging for battle. You need to seek refuge.”

“Jasmine, they’re just re-enactors. Leave them be,” Cami said, feeling uneasy.

The leader’s eyes swung to Cami after the last syllables dropped from her lips. His dark stare roamed over her, and a look of utter shock took over as his jaw slackened and his eyes widened. His uniform made her nose wrinkle as she glanced over him once more. He was quite handsome, even with the silly goatee and handlebar moustache he wore, although his overgrown beard was filling in around that from lack of upkeep. Make that stunningly handsome, even with all that facial hair and the rebel costume. He was all male, and her body reacted to his steely glare, even with her misgivings. There was a light in his eyes that pierced through her very soul and made her crave to grow closer, touch him, and crawl into his embrace.

His eyes raked over her from head to toe and back again, and she felt heat flooding her in response. Her nipples pebbled against the thin cotton dress she wore. Her body swelled, even with the cool air around her, and she felt a throbbing in her pussy. Cami wanted to jump up and run into his arms.

Am I insane?

“Camille? What’re you doing here?”

A chill moved down her spine. No one had called her Camille in years, not even her own parents. It was usually reserved for when she was in serious trouble as a child. Hearing it now made her uncomfortable, especially considering her emotional reaction to him. “Do I know you?”

“Camille, it’s me, Christophe. Has the war changed me so much?” He stepped closer to her, the air getting colder as he approached.

The war? Was he so deep into character that he couldn’t get out of it? Or was he simply crazy? “Christophe, I’ve never met you before. I don’t know who you are.”

“Ma Belle, it’s me. Your love. How’d you get here?” Christophe moved another few steps closer, a smile stretching his handsome face. Her heart began to beat harder again as his gaze locked with her own and she felt drawn into his enchantment. “I don’t know how you got here, but I’ve missed you so.”

He walked to her and pulled her close with one arm, lowering his gun away with the other. His embrace was ice cold, yet it warmed her through and through. Cami sighed as she melted into him, her brain fuzzy. She tried to rationalize what was happening, but her thoughts were drowned out by the emotional response of being in his embrace again.

Again? She’d never met this man, let alone been in his arms.

Friday, March 20, 2015

Guest Author: Victoria Vallo

Victoria Vallo is my guest today. She has a new book coming in April. Check out the first in the series now before volume 2 is available.

Adam sits back and watches the authorities do nothing while a highwayman robs almost everyone who travels to and from London. They all care more about gossiping and comparing increasingly exaggerated stories than catching the thief. But Adam has a plan. He knows he can track the man, maybe even catch him…

When William realizes the magistrate’s son is trailing him, he tries to teach Adam a lesson. But his schemes to scare the young man away don’t go as planned, and soon William is far too enthralled to let Adam escape … leaving Adam to discover for himself why he’s really spent so long pursuing his masked highwayman. 


William secured his horse, Sophie, and flopped down under a tree. After weeks of humoring the pretty blond boy, whom he now knew was named Adam, William felt nothing but annoyance. He’d have to teach the lad another lesson to be free of him. Adam had been tailing him since just after noon that day, and William wanted nothing more than to have a hot meal and open a bottle of gin. But he couldn’t do that with the boy following him. Both his hideout and his ancestral home needed to remain secret, and he most definitely could not risk being spotted going between the two.
The lad’s persistence frustrated him as much as his pretty face tempted him. But the last thing William needed was a charge of sodomy on top of everything else that could be put at his feet. Satisfaction of that kind had to come from trusted sources, and unfortunately, his primary source of companions had died of heart failure. Luck was his only chance of finding a lover like himself now, and seducing the son of one the magistrates would be a hundred times more trouble than a few good ruts were worth.
William grunted as he remembered Adam’s wide-eyed look when they first met, as well as the way the lad’s breath had caught in his throat when William had touched his cock. He shifted on the ground and bit the inside of his lip to stop an erection. He didn’t trust himself near Adam if his desire came to full flame.
William yawned theatrically, and even as he did so he wished he could roll his eyes. Adam had developed some skills in the way of stealth, but the boy still made careless mistakes. He also made too much noise to follow anyone. If Adam had lived a bit farther south and taken to following Jack “Hawk” Durkin, he’d have been disemboweled within a week.
Quick Dick. I ought to post flyers and make them call me something else. William lowered his hat over his face just enough to hide his eyes but not so far that he couldn’t see. Of course, he hardly needed to see to know Adam was there. After about five minutes, William heard Adam and his horse in the nearby trees. Then he heard Adam shushing the horse and then crunching over fallen leaves. To his credit, he did at least stop to take his boots off, but William knew this because he tossed them down with an unmistakable thud. William held back a sigh. I should kidnap him to save his blasted life!
William banished that thought, as it made his cock stir anew. He shifted his gaze to his peripherals just in time to see bare feet approaching. Adam held nothing in his hands. Did he think he could take down a grown man with his bare hands? William waited, and he soon observed Adam’s soft, uncalloussed hand reaching for the purse of money tied at his belt. William reached out and grabbed the boy’s wrist and yanked him across his lap. Adam cried out while William set to work tying both hands behind his back. The job was done in twenty seconds flat, and William smacked Adam on the ass, hard. He then yanked his head up by his hair and said, “I ought to tan your hide. Pauper children are smarter than you!”
William shoved Adam off his lap and stood. Adam cried out again as he rolled, and he wound up on his belly. A couple of tears streaked his face as he looked up at William. Moving forward, William put the toe of his boot under Adam’s chin and lifted it.
“What shall I do with you?” William asked.
“I haven’t seen your face yet.”
“But you still seem to find me easily enough. How?”
“Determination. I don’t give up. You never stay hidden more than three days.”
William’s eyebrows shot up, which made him glad he still wore his mask and scarf, even though his hat had fallen and now Adam had seen his real hair. He’d have to cut it when he went home. The curls in the front would be too easy to identify if Adam saw him in a public place.
“You’re smarter than I thought, but not smart enough. If I were a different man, you’d be dead!”
“How are you different?” Adam wiggled enough to get on his knees. He pulled at his ties but accomplished nothing.
“I’m not stupid enough to kill a magistrate’s son … my dear Adam.”
Adam’s eyes went wide. “You know my name.”
“I followed you home the third time you trailed me. I ought to drop your father a note about your avocation.”
The boy’s green eyes narrowed as he frowned. “You can write?”
William chuckled. “Yes, and read as well. Confounding, I know.”
“Are you a gentleman? Is that why you won’t kill me?” Adam asked, his voice almost hopeful.
That confused William, and he wished he hadn’t let that clue drop. “I’m not telling you anything.”
“Then why talk to me at all?” Adam licked his lips. In a low voice, he asked, “What do you want from me?”
Half a dozen teasing replies came to mind, as the look on Adam’s face made William wonder how the boy would react if William touched him. Instead, he said, “I want peace. I’ve never robbed you, and if you stop, I swear I’ll never bother your family.” Nothing was going to plan. He was supposed to be scaring the hell out of the lad, not reasoning with him. Those green eyes simply didn’t relent, muddling his mind with every glance.
“I don’t care about stopping you. I wanted to prove I could rob you. Best you.”
William’s mouth fell open, and then he roared with laughter. He soon struggled to keep his scarf over his mouth. “Really? You want to join me then?”
Adam shook his head, his face flaming red. “Just prove I’m not merely a boy, or an arrogant prick.”
“I could’ve killed you a dozen times and still could, you know.”
Adam shook his head. “You’re right. You’re too smart. My absence would be noticed quickly, and the papers would go mad. Parliament would hear, and then they might finally do something about all of the highway robberies.”
“You’re delusional. The manpower and time would cost far too much coin. Even improved roads only make getting away on horseback easier.” William moved closer. “And in over a year, not one person has really tried to catch me. Not until you.”
“I don’t want to sit on my ass the way my father does!” Adam yelled, startling William.
Grabbing Adam by the chin, William studied him. “I’m not playing, boy. If you track the wrong man, he’ll kill you. Or abuse you until you wish to die.”
“Why do you care what happens to me?” Adam whispered, wetting his lips, which were plump and looked exquisitely kissable.

The next book will be here in April....

Wednesday, March 4, 2015

New Release: His Brother Keeps Her (The Wrong Bed 1)

My MF short "His Brother Keeps Her" (The Wrong Bed 1) has been re-released. It's been re-edited and has a new epilogue to lead into the sequel, which will be out in April.

Gary attended a family gathering expecting lots of things, except being woken up by a beautiful woman stroking his cock. She thinks he’s someone else, but she feels so right in his arms he can’t deny his own need. She seems surprised at his every move—does she know she’s slipped into the wrong bed too? All he knows is he can’t confess until he’s given her the satisfaction she so desperately seeks.


Gary woke up when he felt a soft hand on his back. His cock stirred as the hand caressed him. He hadn’t had a wet dream in a long time, and he wouldn’t deny he needed one. He hadn’t been with a woman for months.

“Matthew? Are you awake?”

Gary’s eyes snapped open. Matthew? The hand traveled over his waist. He’d always slept naked, so her hand was very close to brushing his partially erect cock.

“Sara?” he asked softly. He hadn’t expected anyone else to attempt to grope his brother in his sleep, but he thought it best to clarify that point since there had obviously been some kind of mix up somewhere else along the way.

“I’m sorry about the things I said. I wanted to apologize, and I thought maybe we could have one last night together. No strings attached.” Her hand played over his stomach and found his cock. “Oh my. You never reacted that quickly before.”

He opened his mouth, but her fingers wrapped around his cock and stilled his tongue. He was hard as a steel rod in seconds. “Mmmm” was all he managed to say.

His eyes focused on her in the moonlight. Her beauty stunned him even further. Dark ringlets fell down her back and over her shoulders and even in the dim light her face showed a classic beauty that was rarely seen anymore. She had a very sensual mouth. She wore a dark robe that had fallen partially open to reveal a very tempting breast.

What was wrong with his brother? Ten seconds of looking at her had made Gary fall completely in lust. And her hand? She knew how to touch a man. He would not deny that. Was Matthew really that much of a cold fish? Was he just completely uninterested in sex, for god’s sake?

“Sara, we need to—”

His words were cut off again when she leaned over and took the head of his cock in her mouth. Pleasure jolted through him as her tongue circled him and made his loins stir with passion. He needed to stop her. It was the right thing to do.

“Sara, please stop. We need to stop.” But then an involuntary groan escaped his mouth as she sucked harder.

And the m/m conclusion to The Wrong Bed, featuring Matthew and Heath, will be coming in just a couple of months.

Matthew never understood why he couldn’t fall in love until he realized he was gay. There are a couple of guys he likes at work, but he doesn’t feel ready to date. Yet when a mix up at his family’s cabin lands the hot, hard body of his brother’s best friend in his bed, Matthew begins to wonder what he’s waiting for. He’s already wasted so much time, so why should he deny something that feels so right from the very first touch?